Seventh Feather
Dust flew around the vast area. It made the field looking akin to a sheer scarf, being draped over your eyes. Mountains in the distance provided a well sought after battle grounds. Or in this case; training grounds for the upcoming battle.
Riki blinked away the sand, that flew into his face. And that had been in vain, for more of the sand settled on top of his eyelashes. Tears leaked from the corner of his eye and he sneezed. Very loud.
"God! They intend to make us train here!?" Calin, his roommate threw his arms up in the air, "I'm going blind just by the sand!"
"Bear with it; they don't pay us for nothing!" Mimea was another of their colleagues, Riki didn't think very much about her, she was pretty much a basic bitch. Except, if rumors were to be trusted, she was vice-general Raoul's little 'pet.' But seeing as scarce as her visits to Raoul's private chamber was - he concluded the rumor to be false.
Riki wiped his sweat as the two continued to argue in the background. His clothes stuck to his back, the rough material he had been forced to wear, made his back itch. All in all, most uncomfortable situation.
He had been unable to contact Katze. His unit leader, back in Nivers army. As captain, he had not been able to get hold of info, and that ate away at his conscience like leeches. And there was the matter with the blonde bastard. His once peaceful dreamy land had turned into hellish nightmares in a matter of days.
All because of him.
It made him sick to give a ass licking bow to the guy in the hallways. But, he had no choice in the matter. He had to do it. Or otherwise... He took a tentative glance at the shiny haired man. Blue eyes glaring expressionless rays, at a horde of idiots that shook like cowards, trying to aim a shot to the bulls eye.
He had found out in in his daily dosage of gossip; this guy was the head honcho. The one that all Vdia obeyed without question. His some -very amusing- nicknames included: Ice prince, Head H, (very literal) Devils advocate.
(Excluding 'queen bee,' that is.)
Maybe it was by sheer coincidence; but the guy looked straight at him when he finished that line of thought. Riki turned his face away in an instant, refusing to look at his eyes. Little Shivers, that he tried to ignore, shot up his spine. His hairs stood up at the back of his neck, much to his chagrin.
And he glared into the ground as substitute, then kicked a pebble away with more force than intended.
...Why must bad bullets always hit him in the eye?
Iason moved over to a much more shaded spot. The heat made his uniform feel like chain mails. Raoul barked at a shaking subordinate, who had accidentally shot at the trainees. Iason glanced at his watch, why was he at this dreary place anyway? He should've been back at the main base, strategizing.
Why, indeed...
He stared straight at the black haired rat, who in turn tried to hide that he had been, in fact, checking Iason out.
Iason smirked. Pearl whites shining like silver in the sun.
Why, indeed.